OOC: Please, before interacting in this thread, think your post through. I would like you not just to bust in and do a "Then my character steps out of the darkness and cuts them all down"-reply. Before replying, I would like you to PM me and see if I can blend your character into the story. The Cult of the Firevulture, Part I Yao stepped out of the small wooden shack. His clothes were normal, but dyed black to avoid the gazes of strangers. He heard the two others behind him. They headed down the main street of Babylon. Yao was carrying the equipment in a small bag, the two others carried nothing but knives in their belts. They walked to the destination where The Prophet had told them to wait, and started whispering with each other. "Are you sure about this Yao?" "Sch! Don't use my name! Yes, I trust The Prophet and the gods. We wait here." The others mumbles complaints but stayed. After what felt like atleast an hour, a guard came towards them. The others signaled Yao that they would very much like to get away, but he smiply ignored them and thus they stayed. The guard came closer and asked them: "What are you doing outside this late, citizens?" Yao replied: "Looking for vultures in the sky, sir." The guard nodded and answered: "Follow me, brothers. I know where the vultures will feed tonight." They moved quickly through the streets until they reached a small cabin. The lights inside were still burning. "The target is in there with his mistress. He is a local trader and will be returning home soon." They waited in silence, only the torch from the guard revealed them. After some minutes, a small man sneaked out of the door and began walking down the street towards them. The guard stepped foward and yelled with authority:"Halt, citizen!" The man blushed and his gaze swirled around the street, but he stopped and looked at the guard at last. "Yes, officer?" He replied. "Your wife has been the victim of a terrible accident. I need you to follow." The man looked shocked, but followed. He tried to ask the guard what the issue was, but only got a "You'll find out when we get there" for reply. Yao and the two others followed them to the outskirts of town in silence. They stopped at the city wall, where a small pile of firewood lay arranged against the wall. The man looked questioningly at the guard. "What is the issue officer? What happened to my wife?" The guard quickly jabbed his hand inside the mans shirt and pulled forth a necklace carrying a small Tao symbol. "She is about to become a widow." He then struck the man straight in the face, resulting in him collapsing on the ground. He turned around to Yao and the others. "You know what to do."He handed them the torch and ran back to his guard duty. Yao and one of the others lifted the man onto the pile of firewood and tied him to a cropping on the wall with the ropes rom his backpack. They then emptied the amphoras of incense and oils on the man and the wood before stepping down from the small pyre. One of the others handed Yao the torch. "Are you sure about this, Yao?" "Ocourse. It is the will of the Fire Vulture. He does not accept heathens." With those words, he threw the torch onto the pyre, which caught fire immidiately. They stood and stared at the pyre for some seconds beore making a run for it.